Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Long Forgotten ❯ Beginnings... ( Chapter 1 )

Long Forgotten

(Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from DragonBall GT and I doubt I ever will. The characters belong to whoever owns them.)

Every Saiyan has evil inside of them. It just takes the right ignition to get it going.

It was dark outside. The prince had always liked the darkness; silent, engulfing, clawing its way into the hearts of many. It once had him. It was once successful. Although it seemed to be gone, there was still a remainder of that evil in him somewhere. Deep inside. His heart was poisoned, blackened by the power of darkness, which would never let him go. Most of the Saiyan race was dominated by this dark force. And even if Kakorrot may have denied it, Kakkorot even had the evil inside of him somewhere. Vegeta looked up to the night sky. Yes, the dark power was shown through Kakkarot, yet only through his battles. The vicious way he fought, the way he loved a challenge. But this was all past tense. He was gone now. Even though Vegeta may have denied it, Kakkarot was almost like a friend. Vegeta looked at the grass covered ground. I never really got the chance to have that last battle with you, Kakkarot...

Vegeta smirked.

***

Trunks stared at his father's back, knowing it was best to leave the man alone. Ever since Goku had left this world, all Vegeta had done was mope around. Trunks smiled, knowing that Goku was a good friend to his father, almost like a best friend. Trunks wondered how he would feel if Goten had passed away, then instantly dismissed the thought.

" Trunks, what are you looking at?" His sister moved in beside him, seeing their father sitting on the balcony again. " I'm worried about him..." She murmured, then leaned her head on Trunks' shoulder.

The boy nodded. " Father is acting more peculiar then he used to."

" Maybe we should talk to Mother about it," Bra suggested. Trunks shook his head.

" That would make him very mad. We should just leave him alone."

Bra sighed, then tossed her long blue hair over her shoulder. Trunks could hear her now blue heels clicking against the floor as she left the room.

***

" Excuse me? Mr. Trunks?"

Trunks snapped out of his daydream of flying through the clouds to meet with the angry face of one of his secretaries. The blonde one.... He thought feeling amused. She was the one who had a crush on Vegeta for a while. A smile crept onto Trunks' face.

" Yes?" Trunks asked in a professional tone. The woman sighed.

" There was a phone for you. Line 1. I suggest to hurry to answer it because that person has been waiting for quite sometime."

Trunks waited until the secretary was gone, then picked up the phone.

" Trunks?" Once more Goten had called to present Trunks with the irrisitible offer of skipping work.

" Where are you?"

" I'm outside Capsule Corp. right now. I see no sign of your father, so I think that you should hurry up and get your butt out here before he does show up."

" I'm on it." Trunks put down the phone, then looked both ways. He got up from his desk, then made sure the door to his office was locked. Once convinced that there was no one in sight, Trunks opened the window he so frequently escaped out of and flew into the clear blue sky. He stripped off the suit he was wearing to reveal his black shirt, cream pants and purple scarf.

He continued flying, then jolted when he was hit on the back -hard. He spun to face his attacker and sighed when he saw it was only Goten.

" So, are you ready to fight?" Trunks asked. He didn't know what it was, probably the Saiyan blood that ran through his veins, but Trunks recently had the great need to engage in battle. Now that Goku was gone, evil didn't threaten Earth anymore, which made Trunks and the other fighters bored and itching for a good fight. Sure, they spared with each other, but none of them had power equal to the Saiyan. Unfortunately, Vegeta and Gohan had lost the motivation to fight, even for fun. That left only Goten, Trunks, Pan and Bra. The supposed 'new' generation.

Goten rubbed his hands together anxiously. " Of course I'm ready."

The pair flew to the countryside where there were no people, only greenery and mountains. Trunks and Goten both smiled and as if on cue, they both powered up a bit and charged at each other. The fight lasted for a mere 5 minutes before Goten's cell phone rang. He excused himself and began talking to his wife Paris, leaving Trunks fuming.

" I'm leaving, if you don't mind." Trunks walked towards the near by forest, where he believed would bring him some peace. After a short while, the forest opened up to a clearing where there were many plateaus and rugged terrain. A large crater lay in the midst of it all. Trunks walked up to it, then knew it wasn't natural, not even caused by humans. Then a thought struck him. He slid down to the bottom of the crater and observed the almost round middle. He then remembered how his mother had told him that his father had first came to Earth in a Saiyan pod. This must have been where he had landed all those years ago. He kneeled on the rough red dirt and ran his hands over the rubble and stones. Something then flashed, and Trunks carefully picked it up, surveying it in the sunlight. It was a silver chain, with a round disk hanging off of it. Etched on the disk was a sign, which looked like a backward four with a jagged line running over it.

Almost possessed, Trunks carefully placed the chain around his neck, then clasped the lock.

***

Bra came home late again, sending Bulma into a whirlwind of fury. Vegeta sat on the balcony once more, while Trunks lay in his room. He could hear the sounds of his mother and sister yelling at each other, then Bra coming up with her feeble excuses. A thud was heard-Vegeta getting off from the balcony- and then Vegeta's stern voice.

" No more staying out late. From now on, your brother shall train you to fight."

Trunks jolted out of bed then ran to the kitchen where his family was standing.

" Train Bra?" Trunks asked his father. Vegeta glared.

" She needs to learn how to fight."

Bulma bit her bottom lip, then closed her eyes. " But there's no threat to earth anymore." She protested.

" I don't care." Vegeta said after an elapsed moment of silence. He left the room.

***

Trunks writhed in bed, not being able to sleep. He looked out at the cold, bare moon that was hanging in the sky through his window, and shuddered. He moved his hand to pull the covers off when he brushed against something warm. The chain. It seemed that the disc was emitting heat, but Trunks refused to believe it. Sleep soon entered his mind.

The sky is grey, almost dark. Trunks walks along the shred city, viewing the technology but knowing it was all a mature. He could see people fighting-Saiyan- but soon they are gone. Trunks is puzzled, but continues walking. He see's his father, younger, almost Trunks' age. The man laughs and blasts a hole through another Saiyan, and Trunks watches, horrified. The dead Saiyan falls to the ground and Vegeta kicks him.

" Do not dare to cross the path of a prince again." He says, then laughs, walking off. Trunks runs to help the already dead man, but he vanishes and Trunks is alone in darkness. Darkness which was engulfing him, seeping into his soul. Suddenly, a bright light and Trunks is in the middle of a field of flowers. A beautiful woman emerges, wearing a long white dress. Her dark black hair flies gracefully in the wind.

" You are not like my son." She says. She's facing Trunks now and she cups his chin with her soft hand. " You are kind. Your heart is almost...human." She smiles and Trunks stares with confusion. The woman continues to talk.

" My son made me proud. But now I am ashamed in him." Trunks notices the chain around the woman's neck. " He was going to be future king. Now he is nothing." She spoke so softly, so calmly. " You have great potential." She strokes Trunks' hair. " I can see that the darkness has not emerged yet. Hopefully it shall kill off the human side of you."

Trunks manages to find his voice. " Who are you?"

The woman closes her dark eyes, then looks up to the bright daylight. " I am Sashimi, the mother of Prince Vegeta."

Trunks looks at her with surprise. His father had never mentioned anything about his mother before. Trunks hadn't even asked.

" You are Vegeta's son. The heir to Planet Vegeta. The heir to the Saiyan race." Her gaze is intense. " You must act like a Saiyan to fully become one."

" I have no need to be the heir to a long dead empire." Trunks says. Sashimi's eyes flare.

" I did not volunteer to be the mother of a Saiyan Prince to see such incompetence." She grabs onto Trunks sleeve and tugs on it hard. Trunks can see fire in the darkness that is her eyes. " He disappointed me."

***

Trunks woke up in a cold sweat. Had he really dreamt about his father's mother? The woman was certainly pretty, but she was intense and frightened him to say the least. Trunks looked out the window and realized it was sunrise. He had a day off from work, so he decided to question his father about his past. Trunks lay in bed until he heard the rustling sound and the cough that signified that his father was up. Getting dressed quickly, Trunks quietly tiptoed to the kitchen where his father was eating breakfast. Trunks stood next to him, thinking about how he could ask the question without angering his father or receiving a negative answer. Vegeta looked at Trunks from the corner of his eye.

" What?"

Caught off guard, Trunks blurted out the question without thinking first. " What happened to your mother?"

Vegeta slowly turned to fully face his son, then barked, " That's none of your business!" The man walked out of the kitchen, causing Bulma to nearly fall by the force of him pushing her out of his path.

" What did you do?" She asked in a stern voice, sitting down at the table and pouring herself some coffee.

" I asked about his mother..." Trunks shifted, feeling embarrassed now that he had a chance to think his question over. Bulma sighed, stirring the coffee slowly.

" I never asked about her. He had never brought it up. The mans past is unknown and he chooses to keep it that way." She lifted her eyes from the cup to meet with her sons. " Don't ask him about it again, do you understand me? The last thing I need is for my son to end up in the hospital and then having to explain that the cause of his severe injuries was his father!"

Trunks nodded, feeling disappointed. That dream, that strange, yet somehow fulfilling dream. He wanted to get to the bottom of it.

***

" So she said she was disappointed in Vegeta?" Goten shook his head. " I can't help you, man. It's all too weird. Poetic stuff, I guess you could say." Trunks slumped against the tree near Goten's house.

" Come on! A bit of it has to make some sense." Trunks put some more thought into the dream. " Maybe it means that I want to know about the planet where my father was from..."

Goten shook his head. " But that woman, who was supposed to be your Grandmother, didn't she say something about you ruling the Planet, not being like your father and uh..." he closed his eyes, then snapped them back open. " Darkness!"

Trunks nodded. " That's right. But I never did understand it..."

A sigh was heard, followed by the thud of Goten's body falling on the ground. " Then what?"

Trunks waved his hand, dismissing the subject. It would all come to him sooner or later, and right now, he didn't want to waste his day off by thinking.

***

A huge explosion was heard, followed by running footsteps. Bulma stepped out into the night to see Trunks running up to her with Bra not far behind. Bra looked scared, whereas her brother had an entirely different expression on his face.

" Bra blew up the Gravity room." He calmly said. Bra cast her eyes to the floor.

" I didn't mean to! But Trunks insisted I use my full power so I...." Now the girl was blushing. Sighing, Bulma called Vegeta down.

" She blew up the Gravity room." She told him once he was down. Vegeta's mouth twitched- Bulma could tell he wanted to break into a grin.

" So? Is this why you called me down, woman?"

" I'm not fixing it! You've already blown the place up 6 times!" Bulma groaned. " Now Bra will be the one taking your place with that act."

" Forget it!" Vegeta hissed. " You make a big deal out of nothing." He could see that Bulma was going to open her mouth again, so he quickly told Trunks and Bra to go to bed, knowing that it would start an entirely different argument in which Bulma was less likely to be involved.

He was right on target.

" Father! I'm 19 now! I can decide my own bedtime, thank you very much!" Bra crossed her arms.

" I agree. There is no more need for you to tell us when to retire." Trunks backed away as Vegeta took a step forward.

" My house. My rules." The Saiyan growled. He smiled inwardly as he saw Bulma creep away back inside the house.

" But Father-"

" I don't care."

" Surely you would let me go to sleep on my own time. I'm way older than Bra..."

Vegeta sneered. " Yet you're still living under my roof and have no mate. It's sad really, considering your age. On top of that, you have a corporation that is slowly running under because of the likes of you. The only reason you were given that position is because of your mother, who I know you'll be living off of for the rest of your life. I never thought that when I would have a son, he would turn out of be such a disappointment and human like you." It was like a slap to Trunks' face. It didn't hurt physically, but emotionally it left a five-fingered scar. It wasn't Trunks' fault that he never feel in love. He never intended to. Yet whenever someone brought it up, it made him feel worthless, almost as if he wasn't good enough for the world because he didn't have a significant other. And the regarding everything else his father had said--he had heard it before. It was funny how it hurt more now then it did last week.

Trunks glared at Vegeta, then stalked off to his room, muttering profanities.

***

" He knows how to reach your true self." They were back in the garden, this time sitting facing each other.

" My true self?"

Sashimi smiles. " You poor dear..." She takes Trunks' head and places it in her lap, forcing Trunks to lie down. " My son really was vicious. I suppose he still is..." The woman shakes her head. " No, he isn't. It's gone now." She plays with Trunks' hair, and he likes the feeling. " What are your feelings towards Vegeta?" She asks.

" I will never be as strong as him..." Trunks answers in a daze. " In fact, I almost get the feeling that he respects Bra, Goten and Gohan more than me." Hate began to pour out like a gushing river. " I was always considered the weakest, the softest, and the kindest. Even Bra is starting to become more powerful than me. People don't respect me, especially my father and Pan. They feel they have the right to walk all over me. The only thing I'm good for is doing paper work for Capsule Corp. " Relief. That's what Trunks felt.

" I can help you..." Sashimi whispers. She lowers her face. " You were meant to rule." Now she was caressing Trunks' hand. " Let the Darkness overcome the light. The light fears the darkness; the darkness hates the light."

Trunks feels as if he can't breathe. His heart is pounding fast. He starts to sweat.

" The Saiyan were meant to rule..."

***

Trunks woke up startled. He tried to replay the dream, but the only thing going through his head is what Sashimi said. The Saiyan were meant to rule...

***

" More paper work?" Trunks grumbled. The secretary placed the pile on his desk and smiled in a flirtatious way.

" Of course. You know, it must be really tiring to do all that work...why don't you take a break and meet with me in the staff room where you can...relax?" The woman was practically leaning on Trunks' desk. Trunks declined her offer, sending her pouting out of his office. He sighed, then began to read over the stack of papers. Halfway through the pile, the phone rang.

" Hello?"

" Trunks? Where are you?"

" At work, where else?"

Goten sighed on the other line. " You were supposed to meet me here..." a pause. " Ten minutes ago!"

" Sorry, but I can't make it. I have too much work."

" What? Is that all you do?"

Trunks' eyes narrowed. " Unlike some people, I have a job."

" Is that supposed to hurt or something?" Goten laughed and frankly, was beginning to get on Trunks' nerves. " Man, you are so lame..."

Lame... How many times had Trunks heard that word from his friends mouths when describing him...he didn't need it. He didn't deserve it. He was the son of the prince of Saiyan. Wouldn't that make him a prince too, worthy of respect at least?

" Shut up." Trunks said, his voice having a freezing edge to it.

" What?" Goten sounded surprised, which made Trunks smile.

" Are you so stupid that you can't catch 2 words? Oh, I forgot, you're the son of Goku."

Goten said nothing, and Trunks hung up the phone. He felt proud. Proud that he had put that third class Saiyan in his place. Third class Saiyan? He shook his head, realizing that he was beginning to sound like his father.

***

(a/n: Uhm...I did post this up about a year ago, so yeah, it's a re-post. Hope it's not too stupid sounding, it'll get better.)